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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

She had the keenest urge to bang her head against the wall a time or two when he detained her. If he wasn't so completely contradictory in words and actions, it would be one thing, but he was. He was pushing her away with one hand while drawing her closer with the other, and she reasoned when this -- whatever it was -- eventually came to a head, it was going to be one hell of a day.

And he wanted to know what she wanted from him. She had an urge to turn the question back on him, but instead simply pursed her lips. She turned to regard him, intent emerald gaze playing over his face before flicking briefly to his hand.

"So far," she said. "I haven't completely found my footing and there are things that I'm sure I'll have to acclimate myself to to truly enjoy, but it could be worse. I ... have never held a job like this before, and I find the work interesting if not particularly engaging." It kept her busy, even if it wasn't particularly stimulating. She was a bright witch, and she'd had grades enough to pursue nearly any career she wanted. Teaching, being an Auror, going into experimental charms, taking on an apprenticeship to obtain her potions mastery ... anything she'd wanted, after the war.

So typing didn't exactly strain her brain or engage her creative side, but it was a job that paid well enough for now, and it wasn't exactly as though she had the option to pursue the wizarding career paths in this world. "But I imagine once I've found my niche and can be trusted with more responsibility the work will become even more fascinating."